I was just washing dishes just now and the last items I washed were 2 baking cookie sheet pans. I use them for French fries, cookies, chicken wings and that sort of thing. Mine was battered, bent, scratched, had burnt on stains with the use of so many years. Then I came across the one I took from Kaitlyn’s apartment. So shiny and new, with only a scratch or two on it, it’s original color and coating intact. And I think about how much this represents our lives. I’ve had years to experience with good and bad things, I have scratches and scars and I’m bent and worn. But Kaitlyn’s, it is so new and has so many years left to experience. I know Kaitlyn used it because she loved to cook, but it had so many more years left to give only those years for her don’t exist anymore. Her future here does not exist. Her baking pan will never bear up the wonderful tasting creations that she would make just as her life here will never bear her wonderful presence and talents ever again, not here.
Amazing the metaphors my mind is forced to see in my minute to minute world.